"Feilei Peak and his party are extremely dangerous, but wealth and wealth are always sought in danger. Tong didn't say much. He just hoped that everyone could take care of each other under the residual power of Fei Lei Peak's Thunder Cloud Thousand Evil Formation. You need to know that this is the only way. Only then can we not be afraid of those monks who are in the middle stage of Qi refining."
Tong Sandao said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
The skinny Ji Chen on the side continued to speak.
Ji Chen took a few steps forward and came to Tong Sandao's side. His eyes were sharp and he glanced at the cultivators: "If any fellow Taoist is unwilling to cooperate, you can leave now. If you get near Feilei Peak, If you have any different intentions, Fellow Taoist Tong and I will not be merciful!"
The gloomy young-looking monk carrying three swords on his back, and the middle-aged monk dressed in Taoist attire, all stood up without saying a word and stood behind Ji Chen and Tong Sandao.
The remaining seven people in the compartment who had not yet stood up exchanged glances with each other.
After a few breaths of silence, among the monks who looked like a couple and behaved in an intimate manner, the very gorgeous female monk was the first to respond.
"Brother Tong and fellow Taoist Ji Chenji really spoke to the heart of the slave family." She first glanced at Tong Sandao with a charming look, and then said coquettishly.
The male cultivator who was tired of being in her arms turned green when he saw this. He snorted coldly and turned away, but he was still pulled up by her and stood behind Tong Sandao and the others.
Gu Chaoxian, who was sitting on the right side of Gu Qing, had a smile on his face and walked over without saying a word.
Now only Gu Qing, the short and thick fourth-level Qi-refining female cultivator, and the pair of third-level Qi-refining cultivators who seemed to be brothers and sisters were left, who had not yet stood up.
"Since I came to the appointment, I just wanted to join the group to keep myself warm. Why do fellow Taoist Tong have to do this? Could it be that you are hiding something from us?" Gu Qing's eyes flashed and he stared at the expressionless Tong Sandao. .
The human mind is the most difficult to guess.
After spending hundreds of years in the low-level world of cultivation, Gu Qingzong had no intention of doing this, but he could see some of it through his ears and eyes.
Among the monks of the He family that day, the snake-charming monk Ji Chen, who was on the fourth level of Qi Refining, once said that he would never go to Feilei Peak to die, but now he slapped himself in the face.
Thinking about it, it was Tong Sandao who threw some chips.
Well, it was a bargaining chip that was enough to make Ji Chen risk his own life.
When Tong Sandao heard Gu Qing's words, his pupils suddenly shrank. Ji Chen beside Tong Sandao also squinted his eyes, a little more wary of Gu Qing. The face of the middle-aged monk also changed slightly, and Gu Qing remained calm. He glanced at this person.
"This matter is of great importance. Fellow Taoist Gu Yun should not be surprised."
After a few breaths of silence, Tong Sandao forced out a smile: "Earlier, Tong met a Taoist boy named Ge at Feilei Taoist Taoist Temple Feilei Temple on Feilei Peak, so he knew about Feilei Peak. A secret place.”
A boy named Ge? Could it be that Ge Desheng!
It seems that what Tong Sandao said is not groundless!
Gu Qing's heart moved slightly.
"What kind of secret place is this?" The stubby female cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining asked with a frown.
"cough."
However, Tong Sandao stopped talking at this moment and looked at Gu Qing and the others who had not yet gotten up with a half-smiling expression.
Gu Qing didn't hesitate, and stood up directly and came behind Tong Sandao and others. The short and thick female cultivator hesitated for a moment, and then followed. This compartment was not very spacious, so the short and thick female cultivator could only stand there. At the door of the compartment, next to the lamppost holding a luminous pearl the size of a baby's fist, there is a hanging cyan thousand-pleat curtain on one side.
This Thousand-pleat Curtain has a smooth texture and is of high quality. Even if it is one foot long in the ordinary world, it is hard to find. At this moment, it is stirred by the black mist billowing outside, making the atmosphere in this compartment become slightly gloomy.
The nine monks, including Gu Qing, all stared at the brother and sister monks.
The stern young monk who was carrying three swords had a strange smile on his face, and then he said: "Fellow Daoist Feng Gang, Fellow Daoist Feng Yun, I wonder if you two are willing to work together with me to fly Lei Feng and his party?"
Feng Gang, Feng Yun.
It seems that these two are really brothers and sisters.
Gu Qing turned his palm and put away the spiritual sand in his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and watched the scene in front of him coldly.
"My brother and sister have no intention of getting involved in this matter anymore." Feng Gang, a good-looking young monk, gritted his teeth, stood up and clasped his fists.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Gang didn't wait for anyone's reaction, he pulled his sister Feng Yun and wanted to leave the compartment.
"oh?"
Tong Sandao raised his eyebrows, and everyone except Gu Qing also had strange looks in their eyes.
As the brother and sister passed by Gu Qing, Ji Chen's gloomy voice sounded at the right time:
"At this Chihu gathering, I heard that the foundation-building seniors of the Mo family and the Xiang family are guarding in secret. It's really hard for them to sacrifice their precious cultivation time to take care of us, the junior monks in the Qi refining period. However, I heard that the Jade Terrace Waterside Pavilion Nearby, even the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building seniors is out of reach."
Ji Chen's voice seemed a bit scary, mixed with the roars of the little white snakes that were entangled all over his body. What was even more terrifying was a sharp sword light, mixed with a few sword auras, that broke open in an instant. The black mist suddenly shrouded the brother and sister.
The moment Ji Chen finished speaking, the expressions of the brother and sister changed drastically. They each sacrificed a magic weapon and rushed forward at the same time, but they still couldn't avoid it.
The magic weapon that Feng Yun sacrificed was a long purple silk ribbon, washing away bursts of purple aura.
She swept the long purple silk ribbon around, but it was cut through in the blink of an eye by several sword auras. With a pop, several sword auras passed through her body, her arms were shattered, and her neck was shattered. There was only a trace of skin and flesh adhesion left, her beautiful face twitched a few times, and her expression was sluggish.
"Yunmei!"
Feng Gang cried out sadly, threw aside the square brick-shaped magic weapon he had just sacrificed, and knelt on the ground with a plop, saying with tears in his eyes: "I have a hundred-year-old mother, I am willing to be sent by Taoist Tong, and I hope Taoist Tong spares my life! "
The sword light that was slashing towards him dispersed with a bang.
Feng Yun's figure fell to the ground, and the thousand-pleated curtain of the compartment next to him was also rolled up by the sword energy, smashed into fluffy shapes, and scattered in the slowly forming pool of blood.
The stagnant gaze on the head of her remains was staring at the black mist that was constantly gathering and dispersing above the side.
Tong Sandao, who had already ducked out of the compartment and was less than two feet away from Feng Gang, stopped when he heard this.
"Since Fellow Daoist Feng is so aware of current affairs... huh?"
He had enough time to say something, but he frowned slightly, and the ferocious scar on his face twitched slightly.
As soon as Feng Gang looked happy, thinking that he could survive, a sword energy struck him on the head.
Like a broken watermelon, Feng Gang's head was suddenly smashed into pieces. Red and white were mixed together. He fell forward and blood spurted out. When Tong Sandao saw this, he waved his hand indifferently and sprayed the blood. The fierce blood seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall.
"Don't stop it."
The monk who looked like a stern young man stepped forward, holding swords in both hands, with a murderous look on his body, and the weird smile just now spread to his entire face.
Gu Qing and others also left the private room at this time. When they saw the two pools of blood on the ground, they had different expressions.
"Brother Feng, the brothers will take good care of your centenary mother."
The monk who looked like a stern young man sheathed his sword, stepped on the pool of blood and tore off Feng Gang's storage bag, grabbed the brick-shaped magic weapon, searched Feng Gang's body, and then turned to look at Tong San. Knife, raised the storage bag in his hand, and retreated among Gu Qing and others.
"It is said that fellow Taoist Situ Sheng's Hundred Steps Sword Qi is extremely proficient." The middle-aged man in Taoist attire clapped his hands and praised, "Now that I see it, it is really extraordinary. He can kill a monk of the same level so easily. I'm afraid that the Qi Refining Four can easily do it." A top-level monk is hardly a match for Fellow Taoist Situ!"
Hundred Steps Sword Qi!
Gu Qing secretly thought that it was indeed this sword art.
This sword technique is widely circulated. It is a common and powerful sword technique among monks in the Qi refining period. It belongs to the middle-grade magic technique. Gu Qing also obtained it in the previous stage of the path, but he finally chose the same sword technique. It is a mid-level technique, but the upper limit is the Lotus Sword Technique.
For monks in the Qi refining stage, after practicing the Hundred Steps of Sword Qi, the sword energy can move vertically and horizontally within a maximum of a hundred steps, killing people invisible and unpredictable. However, it can usually only be achieved by monks in the early and middle stages of the Qi Refining stage. In the battle of skills, he can exert considerable power.
But this Lotus Sword Technique is different. It can undergo several changes after it is mastered, and it can perform brilliantly even against ordinary monks in the late stages of Qi refining.
"I don't know how many Taoist friends have not arrived yet. We will set off to Feilei Peak at midnight tonight. Please go to the cubicle to relax for a while." Tong Sandao picked up Feng Yun's storage bag and looked around at everyone. , paused for a moment on Situ Sheng.
Gu Qing and others returned to the compartment again.
The shopkeeper of Yutai Waterside Pavilion was outside the thousand-fold curtain in the cubicle, with a somewhat happy face, directing a few young men in green clothes who had no spiritual power to clean up the remains of the brother and sister on the ground. Soon the two bodies The remains were put into a wooden box covered with bloody lines.
The shopkeeper in Jinyi directed the two boys in green clothes to carry away the wooden box covered with blood-colored lines.
The body of a monk after death is very valuable. Whether it is the bones with still spiritual power, the tendons that are tougher than ordinary people, or the parts of human skin that are still intact, you can find buyers in exchange for a certain amount of spiritual stones. , Lingsha.
"These two people did not die unjustly." Gu Qing lowered his eyes and thought in his mind, "He came to attend the appointment and wanted to leave in a hurry. I'm afraid he was trying to sell the 'news' he just heard. Intend."
"Two intelligence dealers... It seems that they have just started this business and are a little inexperienced? In addition, these two people have conflicts with the guy named Situ Sheng?"
Gu Qing glanced at Situ Sheng calmly, quickly averted his gaze, turned his palm and took out more than thirty ounces of water spiritual sand, the aura around him was restrained, and he calmly adjusted his breathing.
In the compartment, no monk arrived for a long time.
At this time.
"I wonder if you fellow Taoists have ever heard of the name Cloud Pattern Fine Iron?" Tong Sandao, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke.
"Moiré fine iron?"
"What fellow Taoist Tong said is the cloud-patterned fine iron that contains thunder patterns and is as light as cotton wool?"
"Hiss! This item is sold in the shops for 'two'. The price is clearly marked in the shop in Scarlet Flame Valley. One tael of cloud-patterned fine iron can be exchanged for a medium-grade spiritual stone!"
All the cultivators exclaimed.
Gu Qing was also slightly shocked.
This thing is extraordinary!
According to Gu Qing, the most important spiritual material for refining ordinary flying magic weapons, such as various large and small cloud boats, is this cloud-patterned fine iron that is as light as cotton wool.
